I don't write as much as I'd like; I don't like what I write as much as I ought. I write quips; snippets; mere lines, terse and to the point. Times when my sentences and stanzas shine and shimmer with style and success are sadly sparse. This is an ailment I aim to amend. I adore alliteration, but meter is my bane. What matters most to me is that the words fly free. Words ebb and words flow; the meaning is trivial compared to the tone, the timbre, and the timing of the talk.